Frank had always loved you.

Ever since he was met with your green eyes boring into his as a chainsaw swung past his head, he knew that was it for him.

It wasn't easy loving a scare actor who seemed so untouchable.

The long nights slinking past the back gate of the corner maze to sneak in and visit you, sneaking out of band practice just to catch a glimpse of you covered in fake blood and terrorizing teens. That was all the fun stuff. You two became best friends over the course of four years, and he often stayed the night at your house and watched movies with you. He had a spare key and frequently used it, especially on nights when he needed someone to drink with.

But in being you, you attracted many unwanted people in your direction.

A lot of people hit on you, and some people took it too far. Especially your coworkers. While the girls absolutely loved you and affectionately called you Mother, the guys were insufferable. One of them had devoloped a weird fantasy of being with you, and started stalking you in a sort of parasocial relationship kind of way.

Frank knew you could hold your own, but even that was weird to him. You clearly didn't like the guy, and played nice with everyone to keep the peace.

One day though, that guy took it too far.

Frank received a call from you at nearly 2 in the morning, clearly shaken up. Apparently the guy had tried to go to your house, and sent videos of different houses as he tried to pinpoint which one was yours.

And Frank wasn't having that.

Within three minutes, he had his gun in his holster beneath his jacket and was in his car, going 30 over the legal limit to get to your house.

17 minutes after the call, you heard the door lock shut behind him. Frank walked into the kitchen to find you pacing, looking like a nervous wreck.

"Hey, jesus- alright... fuck. I have my gun on me. How long has he been doing this?" He asked gently, taking a deep breath.